Something He Has To Do
Sandra smiled and replied, “Anything.” The most beautiful woman Joe had ever seen, even when she was tired. She chuckled, “Make it quick. I might drift off any moment.”
He squared his shoulders. As he prepared to do what he was about to do, he hated the idea. Except for the possibility of the triplets not being his, the whole experience of being a father was exactly what he had hoped for.
Such a question would irreparably damage his marriage if he asked it. In spite of that, it felt necessary.